Never... Again
Michael Angelo
It was already the golden hour at the resort.
The sun — in its majestic orange, was setting in the east, and having a Presidential room suite, allowed me to watch the big star go down on the blue horizon — both sky and ocean, without any difficulty or trouble.
Though, as much as I wish to appreciate the view a little longer, I can't.
Bear, even with our run an hour ago was still on edge, making me feel tense as well.
We needed to see Nala…
— And being this close yet so far provoked the uneasy feeling into a more uncomfortable emotion with every second.
It didn't help when my irritated wolf kept on pondering the fact that somebody was trying their best to gain possession of what is entirely ours, and should ONLY be ours.
Both Bear and I were relating to that Leech of a King.
Five years...